Post by lilybolt on Jul 30, 2009 18:39:46 GMT -5
Name: Cliffstone
Age: 39 moons
Gender: male
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: none
Appearance: Cliffstone is a small tom, with sleek black fur, and a big white splotch on his chest. He has short fur, and a three quarter length tail. His eyes are green and brown, mixed together. Cliffstone has black whiskers, black pads, and a pink nose. He has a small scar on his back left paw, in the shape of a thick, short line.
Personality: Cliffstone is brave, daring, outgoing, and confident. He likes to try new things, explore new places, and try the occasional dare-devil stunt. This is a tom who aspires to have many friends, and defend them and his clan at all costs. He is a loyal Shadowclan warrior, who devotes all of his energy on a hunt or patrol to taking care of his clan. Cliffstone has only one true fear, and that is to fall in the water of the marshes.
History: Cliffkit was born in a litter of two kits. His brother and he went exploring one day, out of camp without a warrior or their mother. They thought they would be brave, and see how far they could get into the marsh, without touching the water. they both hopped around from stones, to logs, to boulders. Once Cliffkit was a quarter of the way to the center of the marsh, he heard his brother slip. The little kit had gotten tangled in some kind of tough vine. Cliffkit tried to save his brother, but only ended up falling in himself. The vine was sharp and very shiny, and in reality, was a piece of twoleg trash wire. The wire strangled Cliffkit's brother, and cut off the tip of Cliffkit's tail. The young tom floated there, helpless, until a warrior spotted him and came to his rescue. By the time Cliffkit was safely to shore, he was missing part of his tail, his left back paw was badly gashed, and he was emotionally scarred.
Role Play Sample: "Shearkit? Shearkit!" Cliffkit yowled his brothers name, until he spotted the little ball of fur splashing about in the water. His brother was caught on something! Cliffkit ran to try and help, but slipped and got tangled in it himself. The tom kit yowled as he fought to break lose from the clutches of the shiny vine's sharp tendrils. He watched in horror as Shearkit slowly stopped fighting the vine, and went limp. It had choked him. Cliffkit tugged hard against the vine, until her heard a sickening noise, and felt searing pain in his tail. "Help!" he meowed desperately. Cliffkit felt as if his whole world had just collapsed. "Shearkit! No!" the little tom sobbed...
Secret Word: Starclan Night
Other: Nothing for this part...
Age: 39 moons
Gender: male
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: none
Appearance: Cliffstone is a small tom, with sleek black fur, and a big white splotch on his chest. He has short fur, and a three quarter length tail. His eyes are green and brown, mixed together. Cliffstone has black whiskers, black pads, and a pink nose. He has a small scar on his back left paw, in the shape of a thick, short line.
Personality: Cliffstone is brave, daring, outgoing, and confident. He likes to try new things, explore new places, and try the occasional dare-devil stunt. This is a tom who aspires to have many friends, and defend them and his clan at all costs. He is a loyal Shadowclan warrior, who devotes all of his energy on a hunt or patrol to taking care of his clan. Cliffstone has only one true fear, and that is to fall in the water of the marshes.
History: Cliffkit was born in a litter of two kits. His brother and he went exploring one day, out of camp without a warrior or their mother. They thought they would be brave, and see how far they could get into the marsh, without touching the water. they both hopped around from stones, to logs, to boulders. Once Cliffkit was a quarter of the way to the center of the marsh, he heard his brother slip. The little kit had gotten tangled in some kind of tough vine. Cliffkit tried to save his brother, but only ended up falling in himself. The vine was sharp and very shiny, and in reality, was a piece of twoleg trash wire. The wire strangled Cliffkit's brother, and cut off the tip of Cliffkit's tail. The young tom floated there, helpless, until a warrior spotted him and came to his rescue. By the time Cliffkit was safely to shore, he was missing part of his tail, his left back paw was badly gashed, and he was emotionally scarred.
Role Play Sample: "Shearkit? Shearkit!" Cliffkit yowled his brothers name, until he spotted the little ball of fur splashing about in the water. His brother was caught on something! Cliffkit ran to try and help, but slipped and got tangled in it himself. The tom kit yowled as he fought to break lose from the clutches of the shiny vine's sharp tendrils. He watched in horror as Shearkit slowly stopped fighting the vine, and went limp. It had choked him. Cliffkit tugged hard against the vine, until her heard a sickening noise, and felt searing pain in his tail. "Help!" he meowed desperately. Cliffkit felt as if his whole world had just collapsed. "Shearkit! No!" the little tom sobbed...
Secret Word: Starclan Night
Other: Nothing for this part...